„Phryne, Nooooo!'' Her hand slipped out of his and disappeared into the darkness.

Few moments later he heard a dreadful noise. Her body hitting the ground. And then silence. For a short while nothing happened. He heard the sound of her small body landing on the ground below ringing in his ears again and again. Nothing else. He couldn't make himself to move or breathe and the only thought on his mind was that she is dead, no miracle could bring her back from a fall like that, and this time it was his fault.

A sudden sound woke him up from his horror. A man (least expected suspect of their latest case) who made her fall off the roof took a shot at him, but missed by inches. Jack attacked him in seconds. He wasn't thinking. He just wanted the man who killed her to be put away. Murderer wasn't expecting such a foolish move from Detective Inspector Robinson, as Jack hit his face he trembled, fell on the ground and let go of her golden gun.

„Collins!" Jack shouted out in silence, the constable suddenly appeared from nowhere. „Cuff him!" he ordered and as soon as Collins took out his cuffs Jack started to run to stairs. He needed to see her, to be with her. As he run out of the building his hands were shaking, but when he saw here lying on the dirty ground in her white coat around her his heart stopped. This couldn't be true.

He ran at her still body and kneeled. Her eyes were closed peacefully - as if she was only sleeping, and a thin red line of blood was flowing out from her dark hair. The view crushed him.

„No" he whispered to himself. His shaking fingers found their way to her neck to check for pulse. When his fingertips met her still warm, soft skin his heart stopped once again.

He felt pulse. It was weak, but her heart was still beating. He was afraid to move her body from the ground – there may be some internal injuries and if he lifted her only by inch she could die in seconds.

He looked around trying to figure out what to do. There was no one on the street and Collins was still dealing with the murderer, obviously he will need to leave her alone while he will find a phone to call an ambulance, but how could he? She could slip away from his fingertips as she always did – only this time forever.

Jack remembered seeing a phone in a building on his way in. It will take him a minute, two at top to call an ambulance and run back, he thought to himself. That is a long time, but he had no choice.

When he returned to her body, she was still alive. Pulse was getting weaker by a beat, he almost couldn't feel it. Every second he spend waiting for an ambulance felt like small eternity and in every one of them Miss Phryne Fisher was slipping out of his hands and all he could do was silently watch.

„Please stay, Phryne" He begged to her silently and with every word that came out of his moth his heart broke into pieces. Nothing has ever hurted him like this. Not war, not seeing his friends die on the field, not Rosie leaving they're house. But this was hell, and Jack was burning.

Pulse was still there when ambulance arrived and they took her barely alive body away.